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we got this new guy in our class

relevant backstory first: i've never been one to bring a pencil case with me to school despite the fact that it seems like proper convention to do so. it's just not my style. instead i carry around a pen and a pencil in my right pocket all day, every day. i know what you're wondering, and yes, sometimes the pens do explode those were some horrible days. i remember i took my hand out of my pocket and it was all blue. took forever scrubbing the ink off. anyway, that's what i do. usually it's a h2 pencil and a green pen, because the green pen is the corrector's corrector and i'm damn well good enough for that.

and nobody touches my pen. ever. it's my channel for whatever i need for those eight hours i'm at school, whether it be schoolwork or spontaneous creativity (usually storytelling plots i quickly scribble down and forget about by the time the day is done). when people ask me, 'hey, can i borrow a pen,' i'm all like, 'sorry, man, this is my only one .' it's just how the relationship works.

today though, we got a new guy in our class. he had to sit beside me in french... and i think he stole my pen.

i had a bad feeling about this guy when i first laid my eyes on him. his first class with us was english. we were studying sylvia plath so naturally i was fascinated, listening to every word my teacher was saying. i even spotted an obvious interpretation of two separate lines in the poem that are obviously relevant in the sub-text that my teacher didn't point out. anyway, i was gazing at the wall wistfully for a while, wondering about how miserable one would have to be to stick their head inside of an oven, when i heard this ruffling noise from the other side of the classroom. i turned around and this new kid (who i didn't even bother remembering the name of but for argument's sake, let's call him kyle. also i think he's from iran.) was talking to himself, while hitting himself repeatedly with the english textbook. a class clown or a maniac on a self-destructive mission against the system without even knowing what the system is? the answer is probably a mixture of the two... all i know is, my pen was a victim in whatever dastardly deed he is attempting to accomplish

i am sure, dogar because when you acquire a savant-like command over the english language and a gift for storytelling, you start to break boundaries - there's more to the story. i was suspicious after french class (and rightfully so, i had the pen going in, he was the only person near me and it was nowhere to be seen when class ended. the evidence all lead to one thing.) and as sherlock holmes will never tell you, it's actually the person you suspect most who took the pen. so i went up to him and i said, 'you have my pen.' he laughed and said yeah and handed it to me. and that was that.

or so i thought. but later, as i was getting my books from my locker, ready to go home, my friend (who, would you believe, is TOP DOG) (who's locker is beside mine) said to me with a look of shock on his face, 'is this your pen?' i said, 'no, it couldn't be, i have mine right here.' but i took the pen anyway, because when life hands you melons, you're probably dyslexic.

and later on, when i was procrastinating doing an english essay, moments before i started this thread, i disassembled that pen... to reveal a note stuck inside it (because i had moved on from individually green-coloured pens and now i stuck with neat four pens-in-one), on the note i read 'more to come, kyle.' at least i think it was kyle, as i said i didn't remember his name in the first place. if it's actually someone else this would be a hilarious misunderstanding.

but how did kyle acquire keys to access top dog's locker? how did he know his locker was right beside mine? which of the pens was actually mine? where does this all fit in in his little game of school domination? is he a rogue agent? is he attempting to invade social hierarchy by assassinating the king of the social circle, me? and more pressingly, what does 'more to come even mean'

update on the story: nothing happened yesterday but something notable actually did happen yesterday that didn't directly involve kyle but lead to events today that did indeed involve kyle. so we're in maths. this is yesterday remember. and i'm sitting beside my friend. for reference we're going to name him 'orwell.' now the day before yesterday, we had been told to bring in book 2 (our maths course is so big it's divided into two books!!!) but naturally, as members of the crew, we were too cool to write that down in our journals and thus promptly forgot about it. which brings me to now, which, funnily enough, is actually yesterday. so there orwell and i were. by ourselves on one side of the class and everyone else had their books in. those who didn't were pretending they did. we were too, until we got engrossed in a scandalous tale of what happened over the weekend, involving a mutual friend who told orwell he consumed alcohol at a party when in reality he didn't even go! perhaps our conversation got a bit too rowdy. all i know is our teacher decided to punish us by moving us to two separate places in the classroom PERMANENTLY for the rest of the year.

my new desk just happened to be situated right beside the desk of... kyle.

so here i am, this morning, wondering how it ever came to this. then i quickly remember the whole making too much noise in class and thus being relocated to avoid such disruption occurring again. but even though i had an answer, i was still filled with questions. it was like a rather exciting episode of lost or at least, it sounds like a rather exciting episode of lost. the closest i ever got to watching lost was watching the pilot episode and several 'best of lost' compilations on youtube anyway, there i am, wondering how someone who hits himself on the head with his english textbook for forty minutes is in the highest level maths class in my year, when suddenly he looks at me and i look at him. and then we quickly avert our gazes and i return to what i was thinking of and he... actually i don't care what he did. suddenly i heard him whisper my name. i looked up at him. he slid me a textbook... which had my name on it and (upon further inspection) my markings across the margins of mostly every page. they don't call me the half-blood prince for nothing yo. then he asked me to give me his book back. confused, i looked at the book that was on my desk. a single sticker was on it that gave away the identity of the owner of the book and to my surprise and bafflement, it was not me. it was 'kyle.'

how had he switched my book right under my nose? or did he steal it from me yesterday? and if so, how - for my maths book did not go anywhere near him yesterday and we only found out i was switching places from my usual spot at the very end of class. did he just steal my book for the hell of it and then proceeded to seize a perfect opportunity in front of him today? is he conspiring with my teacher against me? how long did he have my book for and how did he acquire it?

he said two days ago there was 'more to come.' by golly, i hope he keeps going on with this, it'll make for a very interesting novel

the events described in this thread are fictitious. any resemblances to persons living or dead are purely coincidental.

i know what you're thinking ascaris and to be honest i'm thinking it too: kyle was told about the crew on his first day of his school and decided to enter a battle of wits with the leader of the wolfpack to earn his place in the top tier of school hierarchy. have i met my match? perhaps

Well, I open my eyes and I see things. I've seen spirits moving through the walls. I've seen a vortex coming through the wall. I've seen amorphous little balls of light bouncing all around in the front yard through the window. I've seen giant bugs on the floor. I was in a hotel room in Amarillo, Texas, and all I remember is standing on the bed and seeing the whole wall in front of me filled with lights that were [makes popping sound] popping like popcorn out of the wall. Then I'll wake up and I go "Wow, I was standing on my bed and staring at this wall."